Qing Ming, however, has his wings hanging down and kicking without vertical scales.
Just like the birds in the sky can't fly high with their wings hanging down, the fish in the sea can't swim away.
This is about a poet who responded to the call of Xuanzong when he was in poverty. He thought he could show his ambition, but he was still disappointed.
Qing Ming: "Chu Ci - Sad Returning Wind": "According to Qing Ming, I looked at the rainbow." Note: Qing Ming is a cloud. "Book of the Later Han Dynasty - Feng Yi Zhuan": "Although I dropped my wings and returned to the stream at first, I was able to fly back to Mianchi in the end."
Cengdeng: "Hai Fu": "Cengdeng is poor in waves."
Gift Wei Zuocheng's Twenty-Two Rhymes by Du Fu
If a handsome man does not starve to death, he will miss his body if he has many scholarly titles.
My father-in-law, I would like to listen quietly, but I would like to give you a brief explanation.
When I was young, I visited the state guests early in my life.
Read thousands of volumes and write like a master.
The poems praise the heroic enemies, and the poems look at the children and establish a close relationship.
Li Yong wanted to know his friends, while Wang Han wanted to know his neighbors.
He claims to be quite forward-looking, and he immediately ascends to the important road.
To the kings Yao and Shun, and to make customs pure.
This meaning is actually depressed, and the singing is not hidden.
Riding a donkey for thirty years, traveling in Beijing and China.
Keep a rich man’s door in the morning, and follow the fat horse dust in the evening.
The broken cup and the cold food lurk sadness everywhere.
The Lord saw the sign in an instant, and he was eager to stretch.
Qing Ming, however, has his wings hanging down and kicking without vertical scales. <---------
I feel ashamed that my father-in-law is kind, but I know that my father-in-law is true.
Every time I go to hundreds of officials, I recite new verses obscenely.
It is a pleasure to steal the tribute and pay tribute to the public, but it is difficult to accept the original poverty.
How can I feel unhappy and just walk around in confusion.
Now I want to go east to the sea, and I am about to go west to Qin.
I still pity Zhongnan Mountain and look back at Weibin in the Qing Dynasty.
I often plan to report a meal, but Kuanghuai resigned from the minister.
No one can tame the white gull thousands of miles away.